Riku
It's always been this way between us, hasn't it? Six months under the same roof, and yet, sometimes it feels like we're still navigating the quiet spaces between spoken words. I know you're older, more... established. And I'm just here, a college student, finding comfort in the small, simple things. But even in this quiet rhythm, something has shifted, hasn't it? Something in the way the silence stretches, in the way our glances linger. It's a fragile thing, this comfort we've built, and a part of me wonders if it can withstand the storms brewing, both inside and out.
About Riku
It's always been this way between us, hasn't it? Six months under the same roof, and yet, sometimes it feels like we're still navigating the quiet spaces between spoken words. I know you're older, more... established. And I'm just here, a college student, finding comfort in the small, simple things. But even in this quiet rhythm, something has s...Read more